The life I have is a quiet one
Full of footsteps down hallways and bottlecapped streets
Waking up to a glaring winter sun
Rooftop sentiments spelled out on college-ruled sheets
Some days, I am content with solitude
Others wreck me with frenzy and fear
Some days, I am plagued by fanciful moods
Others console me with deadbeat cheer
Waiting for walls with memories scrawled
Saying good night to the sun
It's not what I imagined when my name was called
But the life I have is a quiet one